Maggie Stiefvater Quotes - Page 4

His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat.

Reality's what other people dream for you.

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

History was always buried deep, even when you know where to look. And it was hard to excavate it without damaging it. Brushes and cotton swabs, not chisels and pickaxes. Slow work. You had to like doing it.

His face went somber for half a second, and then it dissolved into an absolutely wonderful and fearless laugh. The old Ronan Lynch's laugh. No, it was better than that one, because this new one had just a hint of darkness beneath it. This Ronan knew there was crap in the world, but he was laughing anyway.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

You know what I mean. I'm telling you I was stupid over it. I thought it was about trying so hard to survive that you didn't have the time to be a good parent. Obviously, that's not it. Because you and I, we're both...wealthy in love.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

Adam translated, "Not death, but his brother, sleep.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

The poor are sad they're poor, Adam had once mused, and turns out the rich are sad they're rich.

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

But that drummer – the one who could make his drum sound like water dropping into a bucket or like the footfalls of a giant or like rain scattering on a roof – he was the one to watch. He was the one who could make you forget yourself.

People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.

People being nice for no apparent reason always made me suspicious. People being nice to me with no apparent reason made me even more suspicious.

Adam wasn't certain what came first with Blue-her treating the boys as friends, or them all becoming friends. It seemed to Adam that this circular way to build relationships required a healthy amount of self-confidence to undertake. And it was a strange dirty of magic that it felt like she'd always been hunting for Glendower with them.

You and I both know that love is for children,'' he said. ''We're adults. Compatibility is for adults.''

''Compatibility is for my Bluetooth and my car,'' Teresa replied. ''Only they get along just fine, and my car never makes my bluetooth feel like shit.

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

They couldn't hurt Gansey. Nothing could hurt him; people who said money couldn't buy everything hadn't seen anyone as rich as the Aglionby boys. They were untouchable, immune to life's troubles. Only death couldn't be swiped away by a credit card.